A refugee caravan, common in Chaotic Times, pressed onward through the rain.
Pan Xiong could not understand why the Mysterious Girl clearly had a paper umbrella yet never opened it against the rain. Stranger still, the downpour had continued for days without stopping. The women and children could not endure the hardship of traveling by cart and horse; drenched by rain, they had caught colds. If they kept going, they might all die before reaching their destination. Helpless, they could only grit their teeth and find a way to endure.
Bai Yujun, riding on horseback, looked back.
"You go on slowly. I'll be back shortly."
Before Pan Xiong could speak, she yanked the reins. The Black Horse turned, reared up with a neigh, then stamped down and bolted! In the blink of an eye, it vanished into the vast curtain of rain, its hoofbeats concealed by the plopping sound of rain striking lotus leaves.
The mountain road was muddy and littered with murky puddles. Hooves came down heavily, splashing water in every direction.
The girl on horseback lowered her straw hat and leaned forward, one hand gripping the reins and the other holding a sword as she galloped through the rain. The Black Horse's muscles were taut, its bearing fierce and imposing. After receiving the White Flood Dragon's mysterious spiritual energy and becoming tainted with a trace of dragon aura, it was truly full of Dragon Horse vigor. Its explosive power and endurance were astonishing. Other than demon horses, there was likely no horse in the world stronger than it.
Through the ceaselessly falling raindrops, one could see a Black Horse racing down a dirt road through the forest, heading in another direction. Bai Yujun intended to lure those people elsewhere.
She raced over hills and swept across a mottled